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WEEKEND RECAP

This will be one of the last posts for a while, as I will be in London. I might post in short spurts while I'm there, but I've already promised to check my work email and internet time is expensive in cafes. Anywho…

Friday
I was in for a mellow night after one of the worst work weeks in recent memory. Faye and I watched Super Size Me and Holes and enjoyed them both. We also enjoyed beers. End of story.

Saturday
I started helping Faye move around 10:30 am. We were going from a second floor apartment to a third floor apartment (with twice as many stairs as a normal apartment because the floor levels are split for some reason). It was definitely some hard work but luckily there were 6 of us and Faye doesn't really have a LOT of stuff. Also, Faye's parents (who are THE coolest parents in history) were sensitive to my wonky knees and so I did more helping Faye pack than I did hauling stuff up the stairs. Somehow I'm STILL sore from it all though. Yoga is great for general exercise but it doesn't involve a lot of heavy lifting. (Only as much as lifting my own body…which is certainly heavy, but apparently not as much as a box full of old English anthologies).
After finishing up, we had a beer starter and then Faye took us to Charlie's as a reward. Later, we ended up back at Casa Zookster to watch movies. We ended up getting a weird hankering to watch Total Recall. I hadn't seen the full version of it in a while (just the television edit) and I had forgotten how needlessly, graphically and awesomely violent it is! Paul Verhoeven's films are definitely among my favorite guilty pleasures. Especially since he has NO IDEA how ridiculous he is. We listened to a bit of the commentary and he was actually explaining the fact that the movie is a dream over and over and over again. “You see here, zis is the woman he chooses to be in his dream and then later you see zis woman again so you know he is still dreaming…” We GET it, dude. This isn't Eternal Sunshine we're watching here. (Although the plots do have their parallels).

Sunday
I skipped yoga because I was so rediculously sore from moving stuff and Faye and I partook of the time-honored Tacoma tradition of going to Target for no reason. It wasn't that exciting for her because she works right by it, but for me it was a joyful novelty. We ate taco bell (thinking, all the while, about Super Size Me) and then proceeded to fill our cart full of things we sort of needed but not really. I didn't break $100, though, which surprised me. I think it's because of the clothes. Target used to have great cheap clothes and now everything they sell looks like work-out clothes. I blame Jessica Simpson for making leisure-wear hip. No cute little spring dress for me.
Later, we attended Brian's Oscar party. I had planned on dressing up like Clementine to support Kate Winslet who was sure to be snubbed, but I couldn't find my Pippi Longstocking wig. We drank just the right amount of Cook's to make us slightly belligerent toward the actors on TV and a good time was had by all, even though the Oscars are bullshit. (However, I was very tickled and exited about Charlie Kaufman winning for Best Screenplay. Go Charlie! Way to break into the mainstream much to your apparent embarrassment!).

And now I'm back here for what will probably be three very stressful days of work. Lil D. is already acting put out by my future absense even though she hasn't had to do ANY extra work yet. I was explaining to her about the various outstanding issues and she was slumping on the couch and closing her eyes as if my words were giving her a migraine. I'm sorry you will have to take extra time out from shopping at Nordstrom.com to do a little of my job, beyotch.

Hooray for Mondays!